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"Really," he said, his eyes as innocent and honest as a little boy's "Ever since I began working with you, you're all that's onso badly when I'et ize all day and wait for the time I can came back to you It's like your face has been printed indelibly on the insides of uess who I see?"

I sers Then he sighed and sat up

"I'd better be going," he said "I can't be here when Mrs Bogart comes around, that's for sure" He put an his shirt 'Noe are like Romeo aid Juliet, forbidden lovers I'll have to reread it"

"It doesn't have a happy ending Austin" I reminded him

"We will," he promised

He dressed as quietly as he could Then he kissed ht and slipped out the

He was gone so quickly I was sure it had all been a dream

I curled up as best I could, snuggled against my plush pillow, and closed my eyes

In moments, I was asleep The darkness, trouble and pain of the day fell back like ashes consumed in the fire of our wonderful passion

For the first ti time I actually looked forward to tomorrow

The energy and excitereeted each new day astonished art, who-- no fool herself-- glanced atlook, confirleaatory comment However, the first time I invited hily I soon found out, she had become Aunt Victoria's little spy, not out of any displeasure or anger, but because Aunt Victoria had convinced her I was vulnerable to socalled fortune hunters

The next day Aunt Victoria rushed in like a guard dog, growling and barking, seething with anger at the trespasser

"What's this I hear that your therapist is now having dinner with you and visiting you at all hours as well as spending far more time than he's been hired to spend on your therapy?" she demanded without even a hello

I was in the den-office writing a letter back to Mr MacWaine froland who had been told of my accident and had written to express his resets and sy fro to write another letter to his army attorney

I sat back in my chair